Keeping my dog in dry socks
It’s raining. Has been all day. Because some of the people I work with are AWESOME much of the time, I was able to spend the second half of today working from home. I spent most of yesterday at home, too, trying to work while keeping Roxy from treating her paw like a tootsie roll pop. Barely successful. Because of socks. My socks. Which I donated to the not-grateful dog. Not-grateful possibly because I have to wrap packing tape around the sock to hold it on. At least I trade dirty socks for clean ones and wet socks for dry ones. I’m not a jerk. She could be wearing a lampshade instead.
She does not appreciate the things I do for her. She also won’t pose for good pictures. (The foot is getting much better. She just won’t leave it alone!)